Now, if you would like to have another stanza, telling about what happened when the sun came up, just try your best to write one.
Here is another that was written once at the end of the lesson:
But when the dear old sun came up above the trees,
My frisky little shadow came out into the breeze;
I didn't see him coming, but, when I turned around,
His head was at the window, and he lay along the ground.
ONE, TWO, THREE
(Second Reader, page 21)
AIM
To enable the pupils to understand the beauty and pathos of the selection.
To arouse in them a sympathy for those who are weak.
PREPARATION
How many of you like to play games? Everybody.